A foggy day

I just think I have forgotten how talk to others. It seems harder and harder each day for me to communicate with folks. I immigrated to new country last year but spend near whole year in home, with closed door. I just afraid to going out and meet new people. I afraid to face life. Actually I was really popular last decade and had lots of friends  but I think I forgot how I was. PlusThis summer, my best friend decided to step back in our friendship because it's completely become out of control and I just feel heartbroken after that because I lost my most trustable friend in the world. I don't know how to react anymore. How face the world. How experience things. I can't remember myself. Each day, I wake up in strange city with unknown language. Completely alone. I don't know what to do. The emptiness is bigger than my personality and nothing left anymore. I don't know why I start writing this. It's a sad story. For me, it's a sad story. I feel broke.

 Today, I start new page in my diary. The first after I made a check list from the day my friend arrived. It devided my life in 2 piece.So foggy, So uncertain but still alive.

 I love you limitless and you know it, but let the future begin.

I love the mornings. It's pure and childish and feel like possibility.

 I love the time you start to kill, not because of need, Just because of pleasure. I hope always live for pleasure. The daughter of Eros and Psyche.

 I am part of a war each day. This is really amazed me how all of us each day start a fight to earn each other money. This is the best part of the day. Not earning, Just include a real WAR. Maybe, just maybe later, I start a new champion. Fight not just for pleasure, Fight to kill. And nobodu knows how much I love killing.